Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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On the outskirts of the commoners' district, Duke Moss crumpled the newspaper into a ball, a resolute glint in his eyes as he looked at his own shining name on the list!

He will be the only variable in the plan devised by the capital's higher-ups!

"You forced me into this! I only wanted to be a good-for-nothing, loafing around and waiting to die, but you orchestrated this and put me on the throne of a great nobleman, so don't even think about making me step down!!!"

"I want to be a good person!!!"

Duke Moss's lips curled up slightly. Since these people all wanted to ruin their reputations to activate that damned God of All Weapons, he was determined to do something earth-shattering in the most populous civilian district before them!

No matter how much slander those ministers and nobles fabricated out of thin air, it is absolutely not as convincing as the great good deeds he has personally performed today!

As for the God of All Weapons being unable to activate, or being unable to win the war against the demons... that's none of his business!

“Your Grace, the construction team and equipment are all ready. Are you sure... you want to renovate all those places? That’s a huge expense!” A butler approached Duke Moss, trying to dissuade him.

"Repair it! Repair it for me! Don't worry, I'll pay for it!" Duke Moss waved his hand, quite pleased with himself.

"Although I have never done a good deed in my life, I still know how those nobles carry out their vanity projects."

"As long as you renovate or even demolish and rebuild some dilapidated and old buildings in the slums in broad daylight, you can win the cheers and love of those ignorant people... Hmph, what an absurd approach, but it's good for me to learn from it."

“But, Your Grace,” the butler said hesitantly, “have you obtained official approval?”

"Approval?" Duke Moss asked nonchalantly.

"I, Duke Moss, do not need anyone's approval to do what I do!!!"

Chapter 214 Morning Dew Orphanage, Mino Tribute

"Duke Moss has arrived! Get out of the way!"

"Duke Moss has arrived! Get out of the way!"

"Duke Moss has arrived! Get out of the way!"

The arrogant voices accompanied the carriage as it traveled down the avenue. To attract attention, Duke Moss had somehow acquired a megaphone.

"Is that Duke Moss?!" The large construction crew immediately attracted the attention of the onlookers, who followed the procession out of curiosity until they saw the lead carriage stop in front of an extremely dilapidated orphanage.

Duke Moss stepped down from the carriage, feeling the surprised looks around him, and his sense of satisfaction soared.

"Get everyone out of there!" Moss said arrogantly with a wave of his hand.

Soon, a group of thinly dressed, shivering children appeared in the open space, protected behind an older, slender nun. Their pale faces turned even paler upon seeing Duke Moss. Biting her lip, the nun finally mustered her courage and approached the carriage to ask:

"Your Grace, what are you doing? Our Morning Dew Orphanage is supported by the Blood Cross..."

"Alright, alright, stop wasting your breath on me." Duke Moss waved his hand impatiently, his tone smug and arrogant as he surveyed the growing crowd around him.

"I see that your orphanage is old and dilapidated. Today, I, the greatest nobleman, Duke Moss, will tear it down and rebuild it for you. No need to thank me!"

Moss had already chosen the most suitable location. In the entire western district of the capital, this Lu orphanage was the oldest and had not been repaired for many years. Today was the perfect opportunity for him to show off.

With so much attention on him, Duke Moss's reputation for benevolence and selflessness will soon spread. Let's see how those nobles can slander him then!

"Push it down..." On the ground, the nun froze for a moment, then quickly reacted, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness: "Your Grace, you can't! Morning Dew Orphanage is..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Duke Moss had long lost patience for this. He waved his hand and ordered his men to separate the pleading nun, shouting, "Demolish!"

The giant iron hammer was hoisted high and, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, plummeted straight down onto the Morning Dew Orphanage, smashing its tall spire to pieces!

Taking advantage of this sensational scene, Duke Moss confidently turned to face the crowd, forcing out a kind smile as he imagined, preparing to announce his charitable act of renovating the orphanage.

Suddenly, a gasp rang out from the crowd:

"My God! Duke Moss actually demolished the Morning Dew Orphanage! This is an ancient building with nearly a hundred years of history, built by the first king himself!"

Duke Moss's smile froze on his face.

What are these commoners talking about? Ancient buildings...? The old king...? How come he doesn't know about it?

The crowd began to talk.

The commoners who were born and raised in the western district of the capital all knew that the Morning Dew Orphanage was the oldest orphanage in the capital, and therefore the first to receive help from the Blood Cross. This made it possible for Thanaus to receive an overwhelming number of votes during the noble election at the time.

For the residents of the capital, this orphanage is not just an ancient building, but also a symbol of benevolence, second only to the Holy Church in status.

"Duke Moss even kicked all the children and nuns out. What a scoundrel!"

"I actually thought he had really turned into a good person!"

A barrage of disgusted gazes were cast toward Moss, a barely concealed surge of intense anger rising within them.

For the Duke of Moss in the past, these gazes were as ubiquitous and insignificant as the air, but now, the Duke of Moss was drenched in sweat.

"Wait! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Everyone stop!!!"

"I just wanted to renovate this orphanage, but who knew..."

Duke Moss opened his mouth wide, wanting to explain, but when he turned to look at the Morning Dew Orphanage, his gaze gradually became vacant. In a short while, apart from the broken spire, the entire building was riddled with holes of all sizes, like a sponge that leaked air everywhere.

Even its original appearance... is barely recognizable.

The crowd grew increasingly agitated: "Duke Moss! Get out of the plebeian district!!!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Duke Moss hurriedly urged the carriage on and led his men away from the place in a sorry state... The crowd was relentless and chased the carriage for three whole blocks before finally stopping and cursing.

"Damn it! It's just an old building with historical value, isn't it? Tearing it down is good for your health, why are you getting so worked up? These troublemakers!"

Moss spat in frustration, feeling that his reputation was not only not stabilizing, but was heading further and further down the road to "collapse".

"It seems we have no choice but to use our ultimate move!"

Duke Moss looked down at a building not far away, which wasn't very old, and a look of disgust unconsciously appeared on his face.

Even for him, doing something against his will was an extremely humiliating choice.

"Duke Moss, are we really going to renovate this 'Mino Hero Memorial Hall'? Isn't the Mino Hero the one you hate the most?"

"You idiot! Don't you understand what a show is? It's all just a show!"

Moss puffed out his beard and glared, saying, "If those commoners see that I can be so kind to Mino, whom I hate the most, wouldn't my public image be secure?!"

Moss stopped in front of the Mino Memorial. The memorial was not large, but there was a bright bronze life-size statue of Mino at the entrance, and some food was placed on a small platform in front of the memorial.

Before they even reached the door, as if they had been startled, a mage dressed entirely in black robes, wearing a badge that read "Administrator," came out and looked at Moss and the others with some wariness: "What is it? Wait... are you Duke Moss?"

The magician administrator's expression softened somewhat. In his view, Duke Moss and these people were basically the same kind of people, despised by everyone... no wonder they looked so pleasing to the eye.

"Great news!" Duke Moss said smugly. "I think your memorial hall is getting a bit old, so I'll give it a makeover! If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't get in my way!"

“Renovation is possible…” The magician frowned, somewhat wary of Duke Moss’s reputation. “However, we cannot enter the memorial hall, and we will not spare any manpower to help.”

"Hmph! Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't let you ride on my coattails!" Duke Moss gave him a "you're smart" look.

This time, he learned his lesson and used a photo crystal to record his hard work directing the construction team to renovate the Brave Warriors Memorial Hall. He then took the photos and distributed them online.

"Phew, I'm so tired after all this work." After giving some perfunctory instructions, Moss wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at the mage administrator standing guard at the door, and shouted:

"Do you have anything to eat? Get me some! How can you be so inconsiderate?"

"This is Mino's memorial hall, how could there be food here? Duke Moss, do you think this is a guesthouse?" The magician administrator was almost laughing out of anger.

"What a waste..." Moss muttered a few times, his gaze suddenly falling on the long table in front of the Mino statue at the entrance of the memorial hall, his eyes lighting up:

"You're still lying to me. There's food here, isn't there?"

There were plenty of dried meat and fruit on the long table. Moss reached out and grabbed some, happily popping them into his mouth and chewing them.

Just then, a bard driving a camera to document his life passed by, saw this scene, and exclaimed in surprise:

"It's Duke Moss?! He's actually stealing the offerings from the Mino Warriors!!!"

Chapter 215 It still has to be Duke Moss

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Duke Moss froze, and when he turned his head, he saw the photographic crystal in the dumbfounded bard's hand pointing directly at him, recording the scene with unparalleled clarity.

The jerky in Moss's hand suddenly lost its appeal and fell to the ground with a thud.

“Tribute…” Moss said blankly.

"Speaking of which, these are all foods that the local civilians prepared as a contribution to the Mino Warrior."

The mage administrator's voice came from the side: "Although the Mino Warrior is not dead, these are also a way for them to express their love and respect for the Mino Warrior."

Moss slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the mage administrator's deathly face: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"

The mage administrator looked puzzled: "You didn't ask?"

"I'll burn your grandpa's!!!"

Duke Moss, enraged, kicked the magician to the ground and roared, "Hit him! Hit him, all of you!!!"

"Hey! A sneak attack? That's unsportsmanlike!" The mage administrator glared, but immediately a group of burly men surrounded him. The mage administrator instinctively reached for a spell, but then, remembering something, he suppressed his power. He was about to speak, "I am Chief of Lak..."

The fist, as big as a sandbag, knocked out his leftover dinner.

"Ugh—!!! How dare you... Ugh!!... You will pay the price... Ugh ugh ugh!!!" Broken, intermittent voices accompanied by a dense, incoherent sound like hitting a sandbag were released.

puff.

Soon, the mage administrator, his face bruised and swollen, collapsed to the ground, his right hand stretched out with difficulty, pointing forward, stubbornly insisting:

"You'll pay the price..." With a groan, he collapsed to the ground.

"Holy crap, he's been beaten up like this and he's still spouting tough talk, he's got some nerve!" Moss exclaimed, his eyes wide.

The bard's terrified voice came from behind:

"Duke Moss, they are actually beating up staff members of the Mino Hero Memorial Hall!"

"What are you babbling about?!" Moss stomped his foot in exasperation. "Leave me your image crystal!"

The bard realized something was wrong at that moment and tried to run away, but was pinned to the ground.

The image crystal rolled to Duke Moss's feet. Moss breathed a sigh of relief, snorted, and picked it up: "You almost ruined my plans!"

"Huh." Moss was puzzled as he weighed the recording crystal in his hand. He saw flashes of light on it, which also looked like very subtle characters. "This recording crystal is a little different."

"Oh, this is... the latest image transmission crystal launched by the Rott Merchant Guild, which has the same function as the image retention crystal."